Cheaper to Keep Her part 2 (The Saga Continues)
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The warehouse was big. There was machinery all around the place. Also, it wasn’t an open area warehouse. There were different rooms and office spaces, plus a big supply tool area that was inside a caged area. It was then I also noticed I was the only one without ear buds. The other three guys were communicating amongst themselves, and I couldn’t hear what was going on.
I also realized I was the only one without night vision goggles. But I had Bishop and I felt safe.
Then we heard the gunshots and instead of running where the shots were coming from, Bishop had taken another route.
We still heard gunshots as we deliberately made our way to the area where the shots were coming from. I didn’t know why we didn’t take the more direct route. Then it dawned on me. We were coming in from the back, behind Duke.
Then I saw him. He was by an office area, the light was on. He had three handguns, two Uzis and a rifle that I would later learn was a Russian-made AK-47, and a ton of ammunition.
Bishop took off his goggles and some of his gear. He kept his weapons. He told me to stay put. He told me when the lights came on, to call out Duke’s name. He smiled and told me everything would be okay. I smiled back. A reassuring smile. I had belief in this dude and I knew he had the same thing in me.
I had to admit. I was afraid. Bishop moved slowly, deliberately, with a purpose. Then the lights came on and I can only surmise he had told one of his guys to hit the switch.
As soon as the lights came on, I did as told. I showed myself and called, “Duke!” as loud as I could.
When he saw me, he turned in my direction, and this was followed by five quick shots. Except it wasn’t Duke shooting at me or anyone else.
It was Bishop.
This muthafucka had shot Duke in the front bone of both legs, directly below the knees, plus he had two shots in his thighs, one in each thigh, very close to his groin, and the last shot was right below his neck and right above his Kevlar vest. Fuck! I had never seen shooting like this before. Bishop was Billy the Kid reborn.
When Duke was hit, he dropped the rifle he had in his hand. Bishop and his boys moved in fast. I was right on his heels. I had to see this. I wanted to get as close as I could.
The man wasn’t dead.
No one said anything, until I did. “You know what, Mr. Carrington, you have never looked as attractive to me as you do now.”
He tried to get the words out, but he couldn’t. That last shot below his neck had fucked him up. I was sure he was trying to tell me to fuck off or go to hell.
“Duke, I will go to hell, but you are going first. And when you get there, which will be soon, tell Diamond and Chris that I said hello.” I stopped while he took it in. Then I said, “By the way, meet Bishop. You remember, Neeko’s brother, the one you thought you had blown up.”
His eyes got bigger and a tear from his eye.
Bishop didn’t say anything. When a slight smile came over Duke’s face, Bishop aimed his gun at Duke’s head to put the final bullet in that muthafucka’s skull.
I beat him to it. I held the gun with both hands and before Bishop could squeeze the trigger, I fired off three shots—all to Mr. Duke Carrington’s head.
Die muthafucka! This was for the girls who died for nothing, not knowing the faith of their children, and for Neeko and all the patrons and workers who had died at the club in the bombing.
And lastly, this was for me. It was cheaper to keep me, bitch!
Cheaper to Keep Her part 2 Unique
Epilogue
This was just the beginning!
The phone rang three times, before a nice sounding young lady picked up, “Hello, Carter Business Holdings Incorporated,” she said.
“An old friend calling for Anthony Carter,” Bishop stated.
Evidently the young lady recognized Duke Carrington’s phone number. The line was still opened when she said, “Mr. Carter, someone is calling you on Mr. Carrington’s phone.”
The phone went to music, meaning Bishop was on hold. Then when the phone was reconnected, a male’s voice said, “Anthony Carter speaking.”
“Why so formal, AC,” Bishop said. The phone went silent as if Anthony “AC” Carter had heard a ghost. “If you are there, more than likely, TC is right next to you. Am I right?”
“Without a doubt, you are definitely right,” the hoarse voice of Terrence “TC” Carter replied. “How in the hell are you Bishop? It’s been a while. When was the last time we saw each other?”
“That would be Manhattan, five years ago, when AC tried to have me killed for fucking his then fiancée,” Bishop replied.
I didn’t know what to think listening to their conversation. It was the next morning after we had took out Duke Carrington. It was a business day. Everybody was at work. Everybody except us. We were in an expensive hotel in Crystal City, the Arlington, Virginia area, about mile or so from the Pentagon. We had spent the night here and yes, we had explosive sex again—actually two times since checking the hotel.
The police found four men at Duke’s Chesapeake home along with several women taking care of newborn babies. They also found several young girls waiting to deliver babies. So Detectives Rosenberg and Whitfield still ended up being heroes. Chris and the two women who had died a couple of nights ago were also found in Shakira’s house and those murders were attributed to Duke as well.
Finally, I made a call back to the detectives and gave them Duke’s whereabouts. Bishop had me tell them that the smart move would be to write it up as a gunfight between the detectives and Duke. Of course they jumped at that opportunity.
What’s better for cops than being double heroes? That definitely beat a dozen of donuts and coffee.
I was my now Bishop’s ride and die bitch.
My future was bright and this was my new beginning.
“Bishop, go fuck yourself!” Anthony Carter said excitedly. I was sure he probably had the woman killed that Bishop fucked. I wonder why she did it and more importantly, why did he do it.
Bishop laughed at his comment. “I’m not going to prolong this communication,” he began. “Family has always been off limits, but you brothers changed the game. You killed Neeko and he wasn’t a threat to you guys operation. He was trying to go straight and never fucked with anyone, but you guys sanction Duke Carrington, and now, my brother is dead,”
“Bishop, it wasn’t like that, and you know that,” Terrence Carter replied. “We didn’t have control over Carrington. He was a rogue. If anything, the pressure may have been on to pay us, but we didn’t sanction anything.”
“TC, AC, it was nice talking to you brothers again.” The conversation went silent. Then Bishop broke the silence. “By the way, those things that go bump in the night, that’s me!”
He hung up the phone and a new chapter was born.
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Cheaper to Keep Her part 3